TeamUSA takes the field again tomorrow. Meantime, this is a still shot of a new GIF over at With Leather. It's nerdy, yet funny, kinda like the House of Georges team.
U-S-A!
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If this post were a Shakespeare piece, I'd title it Much Ado About Nothing. Got some random thoughts to share this fine afternoon, and we might as well touch on some NFL action, and get it over with. On the one hand, I'm stoked for the Buzzsaw. It's great. It really is. Is it depressing that the Arizona Cardinals made the Super Bowl in my lifetime before the Chiefs? It burns, burns, burns, that ring of fire. Great for Ken Whisenhunt. Great for that defense, even if it is run by a game named Clancy. Great for Edgerrin James. Great for Anquarry Boldgerald, the entire franchise, and of course the fans. The Super Bowl is always the true test, and this will certainly not be an exception as Old No. 7's coveted Steeler fan base will likely eat up those Tampa tickets like a fat man at a Country Kitchen. So Arizona's got that workin' against 'em, which isn't nice.
In the loser's bracket side of things, I'll say this about the AFC: Tough shit, Ravens. You are the most historically overrated franchise in ages. Ages. For the NFC, nice choke job, Philly. Didn't see that comin' a mile away. On that note, I get that the Mike Holmgren tree of coaching wonders was a great thing, but I'll never understand how Marty Mornhinweg continues to collect a paycheck in the National Football League. Hey, M&M -- you have a great running back. How about running him in plays not called screen passes? Also, your franchise quarterback is only 32, and still pretty mobile. Take advantage of his legs. You know, like that first play from scrimmage where he ran for 20 yards. To all the Eagles fans that want to bitch about the non-called pass interference play: Don't forget about the four late-in-the-fourth-quarter times McNabb had drive-continuing opportunities with open receivers and threw errantly. A wise man/non-winning coach once said, "You play to win the game," not to have officials determine it for you.
Enough with the consistent thoughts, though. This is about miscellany. I don't know what this means
but somehow it fits.
My wife just took this kid of whom she's the life coach to a Martin Luther King, Jr. function. Afterwards they went to Burger King and invited me. I've questioned their marketing brainstorms before, and I'll just mention that, during the seven minutes we were inside the BK, we talked mostly about, uh, BK.
Okay, wait. Timeout. This is the second image that comes up
when you Google image search the words "Burger King commercial."
Okay. Now it makes sense. Anyway. I was eating my fries -- I went for the Whopper Jr. meal (hold the mayo, sub bacon and cheese), by the way, since I knew you were dying of curiosity -- and the wax/paper/cardboard container they were in was called "Frypod." In case none of this is news, I haven't been to a Burger King in some time. On the back of the Frypod, there was a text snippet that started off a little something like this: Regarding ketchup, "does the ketchup make the fries or do the fries make the ketchup? Ponder that, Captain Deepthoughts."
It made me wonder if some sort of snarky blogger was in charge of this campaign. Then I went to dump my tray and saw this:
and this:
Then on my way out, I noticed that, in lieu of the traditional "enter" and "exit" door signs, the displays were "c'mon in" and "buh-bye." Very odd. I didn't dislike any of it. In fact, I appreciated the different, for lack of a better word, angle that they'd taken. It was all still very weird, though. But enough about fast food.
It's nearly been two years since Sarah Spain busted (Editor's Note: Pun fully intended) onto the scene. I have no idea where her career was at that point, but one could argue that it has been nothing shy of spectacular since. Via the FaceBookery, she's letting everyone know that she's thoroughly enjoying her winter vacation in Cancun. 
That or the Cancun is thoroughly enjoying her. Could be both.
The Pittsburgh Penguins played the New York Rangers yesterday. Penguins netminder Marc-Andre Fleury had quite the performance, enough to show a little homerism:
(courtesy of With Leather)
Went and saw "Slumdog Millionaire" this weekend. Totally awesome. Definitely recommend it. Before the film, one of the previews was for "The Wrestler." This might be the shortest review of it ever written.
In case you were unaware, Deadspin is your official Arizona Cardinals bandwagon site. 
Go ahead. Read all about it. Or don't. Makes no difference to me.
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It's been a while since we perused the tubes of stubbyness, the nail bin you youity, and so we bring yous a small collection today, carefully assembled for your always-considered enjoyment. It's that post-hump-day, not-quite-Friday part of the week where, let's face it, we're all slackin' extra hard at the office.
But don't sweat it. You think those clowns care about you? You show up most days, with a less-than-illegal BAC, and you're easily productive on at least one out of every 10 work days. What's the big deal? Enjoy some sports. Some humor. Some spumor. Nobody's lookin', and even if they were, they might enjoy right along with you. Ya' gotta click the link, though.
Thus far in the playoffs, I've had a number of conversations with my buddies regarding who does the better job covering games: Fox or CBS. Frankly, I found myself repeatedly shocked to learn that such a debate was feasible. Apparently, some guys prefer Fox. Some guys also dig it for the Frank Caliendo bits. And some guys don't think Terry Bradshaw is a total flippin' 'tard. Who knew. There is one thing (among many others) that has always really pissed me off about Fox, though...
Honestly, I would've included more actual footage, just to show how retarded the thing is. Always.
(clip courtesy of With Leather)
We've made a few references recently to the (successful) shock value that goes into some of the posts over at Kissing Suzy Kolber. They're at it once again...
Hugging Harold Reynolds threw this up a few days ago:
Can't say I'm sorry I missed it. Can't say I'm happy I found it. What a tool.
Deadspin's got a great story on a dude who builds a backyard hockey rink for the kids every winter.
Pretty impressive facility. I'm sure all you hockey fans can appreciate that one.
For reasons we can't explain, Scuffed Balls has, via a couple of posts, put together a few snappy shots of the always-delectable, Mrs. Kurt Warner. And for reasons we really can't explain, we added a few of our own to the mix.
And Chicago Bears fullback Jason McKie chats with Mouthpiece Sports about Adam Jones and Ron Mexico:
And that's about all we can handle today. We'll catch you kids on the flip side.
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It's another lovely Thursday here in the Middle West, and the final pre-season Chiefs game will have happened when we wake up tomorrow. That, of course, means that we'll be fully prepared to travel to Foxboro one week from Sunday, and Denver of course, will square off with Lane Kiffin and his Black Hole. Good, good times we simply can't wait for.
Until then, other stuff will happen, people will write about it, and we'll link to them. 'Cause that's just how goddamn good we are here at the House of Georges. Brimming with originality. Overwhelmed by our own creative sides. Let's look at some samples.
I usually stop by the WithLeathers at least daily. Why? Because they write some pretty funny stuff on a pretty regular basis. Today's no exception:
NFL - Shawne Merriman, possessing the natural intelligence of any former Terp, has decided to forgo surgery in favor of playing with torn ligaments in his left knee. This is a guy who plays in the same division as the Broncos, even. Enjoy being cut down permanently by that first chop-block, big guy.
I also pop in to the KSKs frequently. I've secretly been awaiting their AFC West preview for some time now, and today they finally delivered it. Analysis? Color me disappointed. I mean, it actually sucks horse scrotum. Now, they are a humor site, and they ain't tryin' to be serious about much, but come on, fellas. Highlights, if you could call them that, are as such:
Chiefs: QB Brodie Croyle lost all six games that he started last season. He played his college football at Alabama, where he perfected his unique, ellipically-shaped haircut, which he refers to simply as “Follicle Village...Star linebacker Derrick Thomas died suddenly in 2000, so look for him to see reduced action this year.”
Really? That's all you got? Oh, wait. There is this:Look for Herm and the crew to tie their first 11 games and then back into a nice, Top-10 draft pick for 2009. You heard it here first.
Alright. That's kind of funny.
Broncos: "Before this past offseason, Brandon Marshall once cut his hand on a toaster oven after a angry discussion that began with an excessively hot Cherry Pop Tart. In fact, many of the appliances in Marshall’s home meet in the living room on Tuesdays for group therapy sessions...Head coach Mike Shanahan has been with the Broncos for so long, the Denver Post has a historical back page feature called “Before That Rat-Faced Fuck Ran John Elway Out Of Town...The city of Denver is 5,280 feet above sea level, and roughly 7,000 feet above reality."
Partially funny, but nothing extraordinary.
And since football season is as near to beginning as it could possibly be, there's this gem, courtesy of Hugging Harold Reynolds:
In Kansas City baseball news, the talk radios were saturated with one story in particular yesterday. It involved Royals' outfielder Jose Guillen. When the Royals offered Guillen the largest contract in franchise history this past off-season, many folks deemed the deed a mistake, claiming that he has a history of being a team cancer, and that that is evidenced by his playing for eight ball clubs in nine years. I have no idea what they're talking about, personally. I've not seen, or heard of any issues involving him this season. Moving on...
(clip courtesy of The Big Lead)
Big League Stew links to this Chicago Tribune story in which the case in point centers on an all-Chicago World Series, 
which apparently spells doom for the NL variety of Illinois baseball. Who knew?
Anyway, the Governer's Cup is getting underway, with America's favorite Crimson Tide alum Brodie Croyle taking snaps for the good guys, which means I'm out.
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One week after Deadspin posted its pretty-impressive interview with Kenny Mayne, With Leather's Matt Ufford has published his. I'm not interested in comparing the journalistic integrity of either site, or its writers. Nor am I interested in scrutinizing interview styles or selected questions. Suffice it to say that they are all good. Very good in fact.
I am interested in two items, however, and I will share one of them now, and the other after the jump.
Important reflection number one: I trust, under all that is holy and kharmically oriented with the axes of the globes and the nets, that the House of Georges interview with Kenny Mayne is not too far from being just around the corner. Now that I've said that...
Important reflection number two: The holy trinity, thought I'd previously viewed it in more of a classical sense, substituting words like "Unitas" for "Brady," is as such:There's no real rhyme or reason. Ichiro makes an appearance early, and there's no real reason; I just happen to like him. I put in some players -- football being my favorite sport -- I put in the holy trinity of Favre and Brady and Joe Montana. And there's a couple others that sort of match what I'm talking about [in the book].
And there you have it. Note the lack of words that rhyme with, say "Smellgay." That is all.
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There's a story behind this clip. I promise there is. But that scoop is far less important than the valuable interior design ideas you can get from the color scheme of this lovely master suite.
Blond hues accented by waves of pink and black? Sweeping the nation, I tell you. Sweeping. The. Nation.
You can peep further tips at one of these broad's websites.
(Link courtesy of my favorite blogmaster, Mr. Ufford.)
